The white, the glass, the waiting search, waking from a bad dream
& the one next door. The same piano playing random melodies, half
remembered, almost familiar, leaving through a door at the back of
the room. Shadow light legs & thrills, thinking about a train &
the next place. Bullet & the Mountain sky, head in the clouds.
“Did you see it this time?”
“Naa, it was chuckin’ it”